by David Killelay | Feb 14, 2008 | Poetry
Valentine Cards we’ve sent a few This one will tell you nothing new I love you dearest every day There’s really nothing else to say Except, you’re so special and dear to me As I know you’ll always be May our love stay strong and True May I never make you blue? Close...
by David Killelay | Feb 11, 2008 | Poetry
A smell from the kitchen is nothing new However this one it made you PHEW It crept in silent as the night In fact it gave us quite a fright Open windows to clear the air But the smell it stayed right there Move the furniture across the room Lift the carpet chase the...
by David Killelay | Feb 10, 2008 | Poetry
Fields of poppies, with large heroin head Fields of poppies, that remembers past dead Loved ones Sons have died from SMACK Loved ones Sons have died from FLAK Governments’ actions over different years Amassing world wide families Tears Gently sending us round...
by David Killelay | Feb 7, 2008 | Poetry
That certain look or side ways glance Means carry on, if you’ve the chance Or does it matey, I’m not sure I think I’ve seen that look before Drinking Guinness, gone over the top Oh yes, it means its time to stop Just sit quite, don’t make a peep If true to form you’ll...
by David Killelay | Jan 29, 2008 | Poetry
A loving mother dearly missed, by Neighbours, Friends and Girls We think of her sweet smiling face, framed by her golden curls Her love for us was endless; she showed it had no bounds She thought of us before herself, with out disparaging sounds It is such a wrench to...
